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Musical: Dracula, The
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Lucy: How do you choose? One of them is brave, One of them is bright, One of them is boring. At the ballet One of them was sweet, One of them was smart, One of them was snoring. Quincey's accent gives me gooseflesh Jacks rich voice holds me enthralled Seward: Tra la la Lucy: Where as Arthur, never opens his mouth at all Mina: What's to be done? Living on a ranch, Learning how to dance? Lucy: Marrying my neighbor? Mina: Who do you love? Which of them is kind? Which of them is wise? Lucy: Isn't this hard labor? Quincey rides a palomino Jack saves lives and cuts of frogs Where as Arthur spends most evenings with his dogs. Quincey: Lucy you're perfection, won't you hitch yer wagon to mine? Seward: Please, be my companion; turn my surgery into a shrine Arthur: There was something I had to say... Lucy: Yes, go on... Arthur: Oh, never mind. Mina: Follow your heart Do you want ride, Do you want to stitch? Do you want to lay low? Both: Three different worlds Galloping the plains, Comforting the sick Mina: Do you need a halo? Lucy: Arthur may not be ambitious Not exciting, wise or tall But perhaps, I'd be best off with him after all Truth is, I love him and I always have done Mina: Well then follow your heart and be bold. Lucy: He's aesthetic, and wise, and kind Mina: You'll be together until you grow old Lucy: I've been in love with him since we were children Mina: Isn't it time the poor fellow was told? Lucy: And with him, I feel peace of mind! The Three Suitors: How did you choose? Quincey: Given that I'm brave? Seward: Given that I'm bright? Arthur: Given that I'm boring? Lucy: Nothing to lose Following my heart Opening my mind Loving and adoring Company Except Quincey: Quincey missed it, by a whisker Company Except Seward: Jack will take it like a man Company Except Arthur: Whereas Arthur was finished before we began! All: Love's mysterious, no you can never choose You're a fool if you think you can ever choose There's not a hope Not a chance Not the minutest opportunity No one can claim immunity Lucy: Not you, not you. You! [Thanks to Drew for lyrics] Back to main page: Dracula, The Lyrics
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